Oh, just tazer them, declare yourself a god and be done with it.
I've decided it is a very good thing I'm not flying anytime soon, because everytime I read yet another garbled, take-my-terror-water-and-death-vaseline-away-from-me list of restrictions, I get a huge rage and I fear I'd become That Asshole. Which I really try to keep wrapped up.
Unexpected benediction in the New York Times this morning:
...the plant may offer another opportunity. Now would be a pretty good time to dump a dead body in the botanic garden.
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Doesn't "cavemen" imply our ancestors?
I always assumed Neanderthals on cavemen.
bon bon! Your tag!!! I so want to adopt him.
sara, you need a cheer-up. incoming email.
bon bon! Your tag!!! I so want to adopt him.
No one else mixes ghetto and sewing machines as well!
Actually, I just need to wake up all the way, I think. Nicely. Not with ice water.
Oh, just tazer them, declare yourself a god and be done with it.
Heh. This was Tim's response. "All you need is a well-timed eclipse and a laser gun" and they're toast.
But I keep thinking it's a fish-out-of-water scenario for the astronauts, where they have no access to laser guns, and are on the cavemen turf.
Way far from my area of expertise, but Wikipedia seems fair and balanced on Neandertals: [link]
No one else mixes ghetto and sewing machines as well!
I love Michael. I so want him in the final 3.